by Sarah Remy
“Awesome!” Chris bounced in excitement. “I bet they use real gun powder!”
Abby could barely hear her son over the bang and pop of fireworks. Flashes of red and green and blue and yellow and white tore through the sky in spirals and petals and comet shaped blasts.
But the best entertainment stood at her side.
Chris’s breath fogged in puffs as he stared up at the sky. His hands were buried deep in the pockets of his jeans, and he swayed a little on his heels. Every time a rocket exploded he quivered and held his breath until the pattern formed.
On her son’s other side Everett stood motionless, attention on the heavens. His hand on Chris’s shoulder was light. Although he didn’t jump when the fireworks exploded above his head, Abby thought she saw him blink once in wonder.
“I love you, Everett Anderson,” Abby whispered into the noise and light.
She didn’t suppose he would hear, not over the boom of the show and the shrieks of the crowd. But he did. He lowered his gaze, and regarded her across Chris’s head with such tenderness that Abby had to bite her lip to keep her heart from clogging her throat.
Then, as the display reached a final flashing crescendo, he dropped his arm from Chris’s shoulders and linked his fingers firmly with her own.
About the Author
I WRITE FICTION to keep real life from getting out of hand, I jump pretty horses over pretty fences because it's a distraction from the real and the fantastic, I do Sun Salutations between 6 am and 7 am because I believe in discipline, and I live in an old house because I believe the best things last more than 100 years.
The House On The Creek
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2
Chapter 3 | Chapter 4
Chapter 5 | Chapter 6
Chapter 7 | Chapter 8
Chapter 9 | Chapter 10
Chapter 11 | Chapter 12
Chapter 13 | Chapter 14
Chapter 15 | Chapter 16
Chapter 17 | Chapter 18
Chapter 19 | Chapter 20
Chapter 21 | Chapter 22
Chapter 23
About the Author